"All quiet on the set. Now, put your heads back in to the sand and wait to hear your name called."
The piss-poor defense of an army of yes men, force-fed a diet born of textual corruption.

Oh, the horror! A grim thing to behold, hanging by our necks from the Bible Belt.
Let the words read: "We bit the hand that feeds." Oh, the horror! We did this to ourselves.

So, in our scramble to avoid being the nail that is sticking out the most,
We seem to have left just a few things behind.
Our sense of decency, some pieces of James Byrd.
No matter what, don't look them in the eyes.

Oh, the horror! A grim thing to behold, hanging by our necks from the Bible Belt.
Let the words read: "We bit the hand that feeds." Oh, the horror! We did this to ourselves.

This is the new hell. This is the new hell. This is the new hell. This is the new hell.
This is the new hell. This is the new hell. This is the new hell. This is the new hell.
This is the new hell. This is the new hell. This is the new hell. This is the new hell.

"How very much I've loved you. How very much I've tried my best to give you the good life. But in spite of all of that I've tried, a handful of our people, with their lies, have made our life impossible."